288/365b Birthday

Amidst the days of pleasant mirth,

That throw their halo round our earth;

Amidst the tender thoughts that rise

To call bright tears to happy eyes;

Amidst the silken words that move

To syllable the names we love;

There glides no day of gentle bliss

More soothing to the heart than this!

 

~Elizabeth Barrett Browning~

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